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Fury is not in me: who would set the briers and thorns against me in battle? I would tread them down, I would burn them together.

Or who shall take hold of my strength? Make peace with me, yea, make peace with me.

Days shall come when Jacob shall take root: Israel shall blossom and bud, and the face of the world shall be filled with fruit.

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